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how is a' here the day; and what is become o' thy mither lassie? O Saunders, said the bride, she is away to the town, what cam of you yesterday? she waited on you the whole day; ye gart her lose a day's trade lad, and she is away this morning cursing like a Heathen, and swearing be-go that ye had gien her the begunk.
Sawny. O dole woman I took a sudden blast in the hame gawn, and was never sae near dead in my life.
And wha think you was in company with Kate the bride, but the wee button of a taylor, who sat and sewed on a table, cocking like a turd on a trencher, but when he kend wha was come, he leaped down on the floor, cust a dash of pride like a little bit prince, he bobet about, and so out he goes with the tear in his ee, and his tail between his feet, ⟨like⟩ a half-worried colly dog.
Sawny Now Katty do ye ken what I'm come about.
Kate. O yes, my mither told me but I'm no ready yet, having two gowns to spin, and things to mak.
Sawny. Tute, things to mak, ye hae as mony things as ye'll need woman, canna ye spin gowns in our ain house,
